Abyssal Demonblade

The moment his entire body was engulfed by the power of the divine weapon fragments, countless blade-like forces entered Jiang Hou's body, madly destroying everything.

They tore through his muscles and seeped into his bones. Even he could not stop his hands from trembling under the intense pain.

Yet as those forces destroyed the muscles throughout Jiang Hou's body, they also gradually merged into him, repairing the damaged cells.

It was just that their repair speed was not even a tenth of their destructive speed.

Fortunately, Jiang Hou possessed a powerful physique, immense vitality, and recovery abilities that barely maintained a balance with the destruction. But beyond that, there was also an assault on his mind.

Roar, roar, roar!! Darkness filled Jiang Hou's mind as grotesque, savage Evil Ghosts emerged one after another, lunging at him from every direction.

These Evil Ghosts had no form or substance and could not be stopped. Jiang Hou could only watch helplessly as they pounced on his "body."

As more and more Evil Ghosts merged into him, Jiang Hou's "consciousness" was gradually drowned by violent, frenzied, savage negative emotions, and his eyes slowly turned red.

Sensing the increasingly maddened aura emanating from Jiang Hou, Jiang Ruochan's expression became grave.

"Hold on! Those illusions you're seeing, those things affecting your mental strength, are merely the lingering resentment of the dead who refuse to rest."

"Ignore them. Crush them. You absolutely cannot let them take over your consciousness."

Zong Zheng Nanmo also shouted anxiously from the side, "Jiang Hou, come on! You can do it! You said you'd go to a nightclub with me to watch beautiful women dance."

"Get lost. I never said that."

A low voice brimming with Evil Qi slowly rang out. Wrapped in bandages, Jiang Hou opened his eyes, his waist-length hair falling loose as his blood-red eyes brimmed with savage violence.

His face was wrapped in white bandages, leaving only his eyes exposed. Jiang Hou slowly turned his head, his long hair stirring without wind, and looked at Jiang Ruochan as he spoke in a low voice.

"I'm fine, President. This little mental assault can't affect me."

These Evil Ghost illusions—or rather, the lingering will of Evil Ghosts from the Ancient Era—were indeed powerful enough to drive an ordinary person insane and shatter their consciousness.

But to Jiang Hou, they were far too weak.

When he transformed into a Behemoth, especially in his enraged state, the violence and fury filling his heart were dozens or even hundreds of times greater than this mental assault. All he wanted was to destroy everything—to destroy the entire world.

Even in that state, he had been able to retain a sliver of clarity during his battle with the Black Centipede Ferocious Beast, let alone now.

What a powerful will.

Looking at the figure holding the Slashing Blade, wisps of black smoke curling around him, even Jiang Ruochan was somewhat surprised by the steadfastness of Jiang Hou's will.

"It's good that you can endure it. How is it? Do you feel any conflict with your other powers?"

"...It seems there isn't any feeling of conflict." Jiang Hou closed his eyes again, enduring the excruciating pain as he sensed every change occurring within his body.

After the force containing a sharp aura entered his body, it flowed through him without obstruction, sweeping through every corner in a vast tide as it repeated the process of destruction, repair, and fusion.

The imagined clash between the power systems of two eras simply did not occur.

It was as though Jiang Hou's body had never awakened the power of any system. His physique, twenty times stronger than an ordinary person's, was merely innate strength born from natural evolution!

All Jiang Hou could do in response was marvel at the wonder of life conversion.

Fortunately, the agony of being sliced apart thousands of times did not last long. Once the divine weapon's power had completely fused with Jiang Hou's body, the fusion came to an end.

At once, a sensation of being connected by blood to the Slashing Blade arose within him, while a stream of information came from the divine weapon.

Boom! Jiang Hou's consciousness roared as a grand and majestic voice vaguely echoed through his mind.

Demonic energy reached the heavens, Evil Ghosts were savage. Today, I forge the Abyssal Demonblade, using my body as a demon, combining the power of the Ten Kings of Hell to suppress billions of demons and derive the Eighteen Levels of Avici Hell.

At the same time, a transparent interface that only Jiang Hou could see appeared before his eyes.

Name: Jiang Hou

Level: Second Order Mid-Stage

Strength: 213→215 Agility: 102→125 Defense: 175 Divine Weapon: Abyssal Demonblade. One Star, damaged. An ancient object from the Ancient Era. Its divinity has been lost after prolonged erosion by Pollution Energy.

Divine Weapon Power: Demon Sealing Instant Slash. Instantly consumes 10 units or more of demonic energy, erupting with extreme speed to unleash a tremendously powerful slash. The more energy consumed, the greater its power.

Damaged Inheritance: Hell Suppression. The resentment, hatred, and residual soul power of all extraordinary creatures slain by the Abyssal Demonblade will be absorbed by the divine weapon and condensed into Hell Runes for sealing.

For every Hell Rune obtained, the divine weapon's might increases slightly, while the Lord of Weapons' total demonic energy/capacity also increases by a certain amount. Note: The current divine weapon is damaged and can only bear thirty-six Hell Runes. Gathering thirty-six Hell Runes will unlock the next layer of the divine weapon's power.

Notice: This divine weapon has changed in nature due to prolonged pollution. Long-term possession will affect the Lord of Weapons' mental consciousness and carries the risk of bloodlust and demonic corruption.

Demonic Energy: 83

The greatest change from this divine weapon fusion was the explosive increase of more than twenty points in his Agility attribute. He had also gained an active burst ability and a damaged passive inheritance.

In particular, the passive ability Hell Suppression left Jiang Hou astonished.

It could actually absorb the resentment and soul power of slain enemies, seal them within him, and strengthen his own power. No wonder both the blade's name and its technique contained the word "demon."

"No wonder that voice said to use one's body as a demon and suppress hell," Jiang Hou murmured in amazement.

"...What hell?" Zong Zheng Nanmo paused.

"I said this blade is called the Abyssal Demonblade."

As he spoke, a stunned expression appeared on Jiang Hou's face. He subconsciously swung the long blade, and the invisible sharpness it emitted sliced through the air, forming a fan-shaped rupture visible to the naked eye.

But what stunned Jiang Hou was not the blade's sharpness, but the fact that he did not feel any suppression from the world.

He had not noticed it earlier, but only now did he realize that from the moment he fused with the divine weapon and transformed, he had not felt even the slightest suppression like he did in Behemoth Form.

It seemed he could maintain Slaughter Form indefinitely, until the demonic energy within his body was gradually exhausted.

This discovery plunged Jiang Hou into silence.

In the end, Jiang Hou could not resist looking at Jiang Ruochan. Hesitantly, he asked, "President, since our world belongs to an era without magic, why don't I seem to feel any suppression of supernatural power?"

As he spoke, Jiang Hou waved the demonblade.

"World suppression?" Jiang Ruochan was taken aback. She had not expected him to ask that question, then she slowly said,

"I didn't expect you to notice this issue. There is indeed world suppression, but it isn't aimed at us. It targets the powerful monsters of the Ruined World."

"As people of the Real World, even if we awaken, we still belong to this world's lifeforms and will not be suppressed."

"But once Ruins Monsters appear in the Real World, they are invisibly suppressed by its laws. The stronger they are, the greater the suppression, until they can only retreat back into the ruins."

"That is also why, during the Monster Invasions several decades ago, we were able to repel top-tier demon gods and Ancient Ferocious Beasts."

"So that's how it is." Jiang Hou nodded, his expression unchanged, though his heart churned like a raging sea.

Life conversion. So that was it. Behemoth Form had already been converted into a Ruined World lifeform, so whenever it appeared in the Real World, it would be forced back into human form.

That was also why the energy cost of him forcibly transforming was so terrifyingly high.

Before this, he had thought the suppression targeted all extraordinary beings. After all that, it only targeted "him" alone.

Deep in thought, Jiang Hou held his right hand horizontally and pressed his left palm against the blade's tip.

Under Zong Zheng Nanmo's astonished gaze, the Slashing Blade, nearly 1.6 meters long, vanished directly.

At the same time, the white bandages wrapped around Jiang Hou, the damaged black battle armor, and his thick long hair all turned into black-and-white light and disappeared into his left palm.

After fusing with an extraordinary being, a divine weapon became one with them and could be summoned or dismissed at will, much like phasing.

"Damn, that move is so cool. Why isn't my ability something like that?" Zong Zheng Nanmo's face was full of envy. To a man, it did not matter whether he was strong or not—being cool was a lifelong matter.

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